The Promises of a New Start


And dawn arrives with the promises
of a new start, woven in the texture
of its look and smell. So calm and serene,
though the sky is gloomy and overcast.

All beginnings began on hazy steps
until the morning sun pierced through the haze
and then a long and arduous day awaits
of honest labor and thankless toiling.

In the end all of them, no matter how
regal or wretched they have grown up to be,
must embrace the night and we all must die,
a content few but mostly dissatisfied.

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